Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.